"The Cult of Ray" as written by and Charles Thompson....
What is there to say?
Still I can't be silent
Hear the Cult of Ray
And you'll be enlightened
People, they're no fun
I saw Raymond speak one time, he said hello
And as he opened up my mind, so fried and battered
I heard his words so very fine
So high above this constant dripping chatter
Young sharks feeding on the scrapple
And upstarts feeding on your Adam's apple
And you can't hear yourself in all this babble
And are you feeling role strain

Melting rock into metal [Repeat: x1]

Melting rock into metal again

[Chorus:]
In a dark place
In the deep sky
Is an old man
Is an old man
In a coffee can
And he's waiting
In the old rain
In the deep sky
And he's waiting

Hear the Cult of Ray
Fear the boy as tyrant
People have a way
When their mood is violent
People, they're no fun
I have a century in mind, wait, oh no
At least two centuries in mind
Say, it doesn't matter
This rock is turning into sand
While we are drowning here in our own shatter
You can't eat dirt cause it tastes so awful
Like no sugar in your Turkish coffee
And can't smile cause I got me a mouthful
And I've been grinding this grain

Melting rock into metal [Repeat: x1]

Melting rock into metal again

[Chorus]
In a dark place
In the deep water
Is an old man
In a coffee can
And he's waiting
In the old rain
And he's waiting


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"The Cult of Ray" as written by Charles Thompson

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    General CommentWTF??! Another great frank black rant about who bloody knows what. I love it, great melody and vibe... I'm sure somone else will comment and give insight to it's meaning........
    Tricky1979on May 16, 2012   Link
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    General CommentR.I.P. Ray Bradbury.

    forum.frankblack.net/…

    I is for Interview

    Indie-rock hero Frank Black goes one-on-one with his literary hero, the indomitable Ray Bradbury.

    BY FRANK BLACK

    I got an email from the editor at the L.A. Alternative Press asking me to call up the one and only Ray Bradbury to ask him some questions for a casual Q&A. I avoided responding. When my high school English teacher said I could write short stories instead of doing homework, Ray Bradbury was my main source of inspiration. Years later I would absorb what Ray had to say at personal appearances he made at libraries and gymnasiums. I named a record after him [1996’s “The Cult of Ray”] and squeezed as much of him as I could into my own work. Once I got an autograph and mumbled garbled, humbled praise. I was totally intimidated to speak with the beyond-famous and beloved writer, and yet I thought myself a fool to pass on the experience.

    I called Katherine at the Press back right before the deadline and was given Ray’s home telephone number. She told me he would pick up the telephone when I called. The first two times I called I was very satisfied to hear the ancient sound of the busy signal. I was not surprised that Mr. Bradbury had no use for call waiting. Then, on my third attempt, he answered after one ring...

    RAY BRADBURY: Good morning.

    FRANK BLACK: Good morning Mr. Bradbury, this is Frank Black representing the LA Alternative Press publication. I was hoping I could speak to you today, perhaps...or whenever it’s convenient.

    RB: Um, let’s see what time it is here...Could you do it right now?

    FB: Absolutely.

    RB: Put on your tape recorder...

    FB: It’s going! [Laughs.]
    kreniighon June 07, 2012   Link

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